The Moment

Hello? Is somebody there? It's nothing, just a wolf. { Indie RP | Doctor Who | multi-verse | multi-ship }

[nothingjustawolf]

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The Moment is not Rose Tyler. 

It isn’t the Doctor, Missy, Clara, or anyone else, but it can look like them. If it spends enough time with someone, it could seem quite a bit like the memory of who they knew or will come to know. 

The interface will choose who to look like, often Rose Tyler, if the user doesn’t.

One of the most dangerous weapons in the universe, it would take the Moment one second to destroy a planet—minutes for a galaxy—but it hasn’t destroyed either without a user. The Moment can be mischievous, dangerous, playful, and innocent, but it isn’t fond of war and likes the Doctor very much.

Discord available on request, if you’d rather.

[nothingjustawolf]

// Absence reminder before I forget: 2.18 to 2.27.

[thedoctornumber11]

“Yes, she told me as much,” the Doctor stated, “But how do you know all of that?  And more importantly, how would you know all of that and not that the Time Lords are all gone?  They would have nothing to say, they are gone, destroyed by that very weapon over there,” he pointed at the box, “Or so I thought for a very long time.”

Eyebrows lifting, the Moment paused her walk so that she could tip her head to look over at the box. Ah. Well, maybe that’s when they were then. “Are they gone then or do you only think they’re gone? Those seem like two very different things.” Again, she had ignored the questions he’d asked her in favor of her own. It was starting, on some level, to feel like a cruelty to not answer at least some of his questions. She’d think on it and circle back on whether she’d be cooperative. “Can you go back to Gallifrey or not? Did… that,” her gaze ticked to the box, “wipe them out or didn’t it?” 

The Moment moved to her box, scooped it up, although it would have been quite hot to the touch if she were a living thing, and marched it toward the TARDIS door. She set it down at the side and popped down onto it, using it as a makeshift chair. Her legs stuck out and she crossed her ankles, hands set on either side of her to keep her somewhat balanced. “We could go check, if you like,” she offered. “Just a quick trip to Kasterborous. See what’s there.” 

“The Moment,” she announced suddenly, recognizing that perhaps she might coax him into taking her somewhere, anywhere, if she were more forthcoming. The TARDIS didn’t like her and she’d been inside of it for far too long by her estimation. Although, it seemed she would have to convince the Doctor that she wasn’t that dangerous. “My name,” she clarified. “Now you. Say something I don’t know.”

[thedoctornumber11]

“I don’t know,” he told her, “It certainly didn’t wipe them out.  We tried to save them instead, but we did not know if it worked or not.  I do not know if it worked or not.  For now, Gallifrey is gone, and that’s all that is important.”

He looked at her, confused, “I’ve been there.  I’ve checked.  It’s not there.”  Then, the next part confused him.  “Wait, are you saying you are the box?” he asked her, “The weapon you are sitting on?  It’s you?”

[nothingjustawolf]

Gallifrey wasn’t there. Her eyes rolled up toward the ceiling and she considered when the planet hadn’t been there. That could narrow it down, sort of, but she also had to contend with the fact that she knew his timeline from the start to the end. She knew and didn’t know his first regeneration. The planet had been there then. It had stopped being there later. And later was when?

One hand released her grip on the box and she wiggled the fingers in a wave at him. “Hi there,” she sing-songed. Her hand returned to helping her balance. That was all the confirmation he was going to get. The Moment hoarded information like a dragon with gold; she wasn’t inclined to simply give it away. Not even for her favorite person. “Now that that’s sorted, can we get back to you? You were going to tell me when we were.” Technically, he hadn’t been going to tell her anything that she was aware of, but she had been kind enough to offer him something. The least he could do was reciprocate. 

The Moment leaned back against the wall of the TARDIS, and her eyes rolled over toward the door. “Or we could go somewhere. You were rounding up dangerous things when you came in, yeah?” She supposed that he might not like traveling with the thing that did or didn’t wipe out the Time Lords, but she wouldn’t have done it on her own. He was solely responsible for their fate. She had very little to do with it. She didn’t press her own buttons. “No sense stopping on my account.”

[xchxsingcxrsx]

The Doctor stared at her, and raised an eyebrow as she waved her hands in the air the way she did and told him to get to it. It wasn't like he hadn't tried to work out what was going on. It wasn't like this had happened before. He had met himself a few times, and some times that was hard to work out. But this....this was a first.

Looking at her, he knew that she wouldn't be much help. If she was actually Rose, then maybe she would have. But she still hadn't told him who she was. Here he was having her telling him to work out what was going on with him when he didn't have the first idea who she was.

He looked back at the console with a look on his face as if he was trying to go through in his head who she was. And also what was happening to him. The Doctor looked back at her, and noticed her leaning against the console. When she mentioned about him still being a little bit foxy and having that grin on her face, he couldn't help but grin back, and his cheeks went a little pink remembering the last time that was said. "Mmm, could have had the ears....or the bowtie." He made a face.

[nothingjustawolf]

Still with that grin on her face, the Moment hummed quietly in consideration. “Could have done. Yeah.” There was something she liked about traveling down his memories with him, revisiting those places he had already been. “Both very nice, by the way. I wouldn’t have complained. Now, you start talking about the eyebrows, well…” The grin faded a little. In every version, he had suffered, but Twelve rang differently for her.

The Moment’s eyes closed rather suddenly and she ducked her head. Gold light flared behind her eyelids. It only lasted a second, and then she was herself again. Pushing herself off of the console, she put some distance, and the console, between them. Perhaps it was better not to stand right next to an anomaly. Although she didn’t suspect it was his body per se. It seemed that when she got close to Thirteen, things started to go a bit funny before she ran into the space she couldn’t get to.

She couldn’t think much about him and she couldn’t get too close on his timeline to who he currently was without a misfire. “You aren’t just going to let this go, are you?” She meant the regeneration, not her lack of forthcoming information. “You do that sometimes.” Sometimes, where he was concerned, he buried the problem. No, he’d go to the ends of the universe for Clara and burn suns for Rose, but he’d let himself be lonely, forget the things he’d done, and lie to himself to keep it all hidden. “You have to focus. It’s made your timeline go all wrong. Whatever,” she waved a hand vaguely in his direction, “this is.”

[moodywho]

Favourite stills - season 7

[nothingjustawolf]

// I made myself sad. Quality Thursday. On a more relevant note, brace yourselves for vacation/absence! 2.18 to 2.27.

[brokenandlonelysouls]

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𝙏he Master was quickly losing patience with The Moment, He was thinking of many ways he could quickly get rid of her. He wasn't sure how she could be this annoying. Non living things shouldn't get to talk this much or be this annoying. Even a TARDIS was less annoying. ❝ Oh do go on, You are giving me ideas. ❞ he smirked evilly.

❝ Especially the more you talk and annoy me. ❞ He was trying to think of what he could do. He was losing his tolerance. The time lord wasn't afraid of her. He had escaped many things and if she tried something. There were many thoughts rushing through his mind. He was cruel and living or not he had no issues getting rid of her. He didn't shown any signs of fear. He had his laser screwdriver in his hand.

❝ Oh you wouldn't get far, I surive.. and even when I don't I come back. I don't fear you. Plus you are the one pushing my buttons. ❞ He seemed angrier by the mintue. He still had no idea what it was that she even wanted with him.

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[nothingjustawolf]

Well, if he took issue with her, he would have to take that up with the ones that made her. Same as him. “I shouldn’t expect you do. Be awfully strange if we were afraid of one another.” She didn’t imagine weapons should be afraid of other weapons, but he was the first she’d met that mattered, that was sentient. The TARDIS wasn’t a weapon by design, although it had the potential to cause harm or be converted. No, the Master was unique because he was the way he was by design. At least that’s what the Doctor knew.

The Moment clasped her hands behind her back, peering over at the Master and considering whether she was intentionally pushing buttons or if he was just that prickly. “Am I? You do have a short fuse.” Her gaze flicked to the screwdriver, but it was more a look of interest than anything else. “I wouldn’t think about it if I were you,” she warned. “You wouldn’t win.” She knew what it was, what it was capable of, but unless he had the little box and could actually break into it, but then he'd have to touch it and she'd know him properly. Best they didn't get that involved.

“I’ve only been curious,” the Moment explained as though this were a completely reasonable sort of conversation. “The things he thinks about you…” The vaguely thoughtful smile came and went with that comment that was unclear if it was intended to be as suggestive as she’d made it sound. She’d considered elaborating, but perhaps she’d gotten all she could from him without pushing too far. Offering a slow, slight shrug, the Moment flickered out and disappeared entirely.

[xchxsingcxrsx]

The Doctor watched her. He knew that he looked like a younger version of himself, but he knew he wasn't the same one. There was differences. He looked older and he wasn't as clean shaven as his Tenth incarnation. He heard her mention her Thirteenth self. He was going to answer her but he was listening to everything she was saying, still trying to work out who she was.

A long way? He couldn't help but shake his head at that. So many years had passed since he last looked like this. So long that even he had lost count. When she mentioned about the clothes, he nodded. Even he hadn't worked out how that had happened. He was used to changing his clothes himself after a regeneration.

The Doctor made a face when she said about he had got it all wrong. He hadn't realized what she had meant, until she touched his clothes. Not him, but his clothes. It wasn't that he had, this was the regeneration, not him.

The Doctor kept his eyes on her. "I can't tell you anything other than I don't know. I have literally regenerated a little while ago and I still haven't worked out how I look like I do, and how my clothes changed in the process." He told her. "As for the blonde me...yes, she was who I was before me now."

[nothingjustawolf]

The Moment leveled a look at the Doctor that was both expectant and a bit like a parent waiting for their child to get to the right answer. After a few seconds, she lifted her hands and brushed the air at him as though that would get him to jump into action. “Well, go on then, get to it. Do what you always do: figure it out. The sooner it’s sorted, the better we’ll both be.” That type of solution wasn’t ideal; it didn’t sit right with her to encourage him to sort it out while she didn’t contribute. 

Well, to be fair, she didn’t do discoveries. She didn’t do neat little gadgets made of odds and ends that went ‘ding.’ The Moment was made to know things and destroy worlds. She was failing at both, not that she was terribly upset about one, but the knowing… At least she had that. What was she without that? “Not sure I’ll be much help,” she admitted quietly, although she would have to fix the little box to account for whatever had happen. She wouldn’t be blindsided by another event like this. 

She seemed to take a breath and rally, any uncertainty masked when she looked back up. There was no sense in her feeling sorry for herself. She smirked and leaned a hip against the console. “Still a little bit foxy though, yeah?” The grin that spread over her face was so much like Rose. “Suppose you could have done worse than sort of revisiting this one.”

[mndvx]

If Danny Pink can do it, so can I. Die right. Die like I mean it. Face the raven. Maybe this is what I wanted. Maybe this is it. Maybe this is why I kept running. Maybe this is why I kept taking all those stupid risks, kept pushing it. DOCTOR WHO — Face The Raven (S09E10) directed by Justin Molotnikov | written by Sarah Dollard ››› Peter Capaldi as The Doctor ››› Jenna Coleman as Clara Oswald

[nothingjustawolf]

// Starter for @time-travel-muses. Your choice in muse!

The Moment tended to get around, like certain others from Gallifrey, in a box. That box had a bad habit of turning up at random, which was quite a bit like the Doctor before he’d been around for centuries and fell in love with people and places that he could return to with fond regard or avoid. The Moment didn’t have people or places to love and hate. In fact, she wasn’t entirely sure she could love or hate them, not the way living things loved or hated.

When the little box appeared, a rift had opened a foot above the ground and the thing had tumbled out onto the street from the short fall before the rift sealed itself back up. The box landed outside of a small book shop in London, and it made a point of sitting obnoxiously in the way of the door so that anyone coming in or out was going to have to contend with it. Sure, it was small enough to step over, but it was big enough that the step had to be carefully managed or a person would find themselves sprawling in the street or gripping the doorway like they’d been at the pub too long.

At present, it was cool to the touch and simply sat quietly. The symbols along the sides looked like intricate design to anyone from Earth, and perhaps they would have considered it a Victorian or early modern novelty item. A Gallifreyan would have been able to read the sides as a warning, but how many people could read the script these days? It also seemed to have something that looked like an astronomical clock on its side that clearly didn’t move. Maybe it was broken; it didn’t seem to do anything. There was no apparent way to open it, although it was rather heavy if it was just going to be a doorstop.

[thedoctornumber11]

“Yes, she told me as much,” the Doctor stated, “But how do you know all of that?  And more importantly, how would you know all of that and not that the Time Lords are all gone?  They would have nothing to say, they are gone, destroyed by that very weapon over there,” he pointed at the box, “Or so I thought for a very long time.”

Eyebrows lifting, the Moment paused her walk so that she could tip her head to look over at the box. Ah. Well, maybe that’s when they were then. “Are they gone then or do you only think they’re gone? Those seem like two very different things.” Again, she had ignored the questions he’d asked her in favor of her own. It was starting, on some level, to feel like a cruelty to not answer at least some of his questions. She’d think on it and circle back on whether she’d be cooperative. “Can you go back to Gallifrey or not? Did… that,” her gaze ticked to the box, “wipe them out or didn’t it?” 

The Moment moved to her box, scooped it up, although it would have been quite hot to the touch if she were a living thing, and marched it toward the TARDIS door. She set it down at the side and popped down onto it, using it as a makeshift chair. Her legs stuck out and she crossed her ankles, hands set on either side of her to keep her somewhat balanced. “We could go check, if you like,” she offered. “Just a quick trip to Kasterborous. See what’s there.” 

“The Moment,” she announced suddenly, recognizing that perhaps she might coax him into taking her somewhere, anywhere, if she were more forthcoming. The TARDIS didn’t like her and she’d been inside of it for far too long by her estimation. Although, it seemed she would have to convince the Doctor that she wasn’t that dangerous. “My name,” she clarified. “Now you. Say something I don’t know.”

[xchxsingcxrsx]

The Doctor heard her say about him dodging the question. He didn't say he wasn't going to answer her question. He was surprised to see her standing there. When his earlier self had seen her, his Tenth incarnation hadn't been able to see her. He didn't remember anything from that point. Although he knew if some kind of thing like that happened, it was likely some bits wouldn't be remembered. So he had forgotten about his earlier self saying something about Bad Wolf girl.

He listened to her as she said he couldn't do this face again. He knew that he would get that a few times in this incarnation if he bumped into anyone that knew him and could tell he wasn't the incarnation that he had been before. His Tenth incarnation. The Doctor watched as she reached out to touch him but stopped when she got close. That was when he wondered. Was she even real? Was he imagining her? His mind playing tricks and that was why she couldn't touch him because they couldn't.

He looked at the monitor as if that would tell him anything. That just happened to be when the light in her eyes appeared so he had missed that. There was nothing on the monitor. He looked back at her again as she dropped her hand.

Finally he had found his voice again. "I don't know." The Doctor said. "I am still trying to work that out myself." He told her. That was true. He wasn't sure at all how he had ended up with this body again. "I didn't do anything. My previous incarnation got hurt, I took Yaz home, and then I went somewhere quiet and regenerated. Into..." He motioned to his face and body. "Clothes and all." He added. The Doctor noticed she wasn't answering his question.

[nothingjustawolf]

“That isn’t how it works,” she insisted. The Moment moved around this Doctor, uncertain if she was convinced yet that he was exactly as he should be. In fact, she was more certain now that he had done something, as he often did, that he shouldn’t. “And Yaz…” Yaz. No. Well, yes, but no. Yazmin. Her brow furrowed as she came to stop on the opposite side of him. That was a name she knew. At least Yaz was real. She glanced to the side, as though that would help her consider who the name belonged to. “Went around with one of the blonde ones,” she blurted as the image came to her. “Blonde yous,” she corrected. That Thirteen was a woman was neither here nor there.

“You have come a long way.” What she didn’t clarify was a long way from where or when. She tapped a finger against her bottom lip, trailing along threads of the Doctor’s timeline that had all been unlikely possibilities. She suspected that he had jumped unexpectedly to one of those, but there were so many. It would take time. While she was considering those options, she seemed to snap back to the present, her finger pausing its beat. “Clothes and all?” The question was so delayed from when he’d mentioned it, surely she was getting slow in her old age.

“You’ve gotten it a bit wrong.” The colors had swapped, and she had half a mind to ask if he really was the Doctor after all. Maybe he was getting forgetful in his old age. “It’s all a bit wrong.” This time she did pinch the fabric at his wrist, just to feel it, careful not to touch him because if there was something wrong with him or if he wasn’t really the Doctor then she’d have a whole other set of issues. Despite his clothes feeling very real, the Moment shook her head. 

Unknowns bothered her. She wasn’t designed for impossible things. Even Clara was not-so-impossible. Living things existed in a chaotic world of unknowns, even the Doctor. The Moment did not. She existed in a web of possibilities that were metered out in percentages of probability. “You’re going to have to do better than ‘I don’t know.’”

[aenslem]

#the real reason missy decided to stay in the vault for 1000 years was just to finally have a rest

[xchxsingcxrsx]

The Doctor knew what was happening. It was something she had experienced many times in her past. She hadn’t expected this to happen so soon. Yaz and Dan had gone home and now here she was regenerating…alone. That wasn’t a first. And she wasn’t even in her TARDIS. The TARDIS was nearby. She wasn't going to do this in the TARDIS. It would only mean more work for the TARDIS to do. The Doctor looked down at her hands, seeing the regeneration energy, “The blossomiest blossom. That’s the only sad thing. I want to know what happens next. Right then, Doctor Whoever-I-am-about-to-be. Tag, you’re it.” She said. Before she knew it, it was happening. No sooner had it started, it was all over. The clothes had changed and….this body seemed familiar. The teeth, the body, the face. The Doctor needed to get to the TARDIS. Once reaching it, The Doctor closed the door and got the TARDIS away from its current location.

That had been a little while ago. The Doctor had no idea what was going on elsewhere in the TARDIS. He was at the console, looking at something. Nothing important. Hearing a voice, a familiar voice, he turned to see where it was coming from. He knew he was the only one on the TARDIS, or so he thought. Seeing her face, he didn't know what to say. He hadn't expected to see that face. Of course the last time he didn't remember that at all. "What have I done?" He asked confused. "Where did you come from? You..." He had a look of confusion on his face.

[nothingjustawolf]

At her side, the Moment’s finger twitched as though some physical indication that she might be unsure of what was possible. Still, there was no point in standing there gawking at each other from a distance. “Oh, no you don’t. You don’t get to look like you do and dodge the question.” She crossed into the console room and around the console itself where she was confronted with the same lanky-looking Doctor she had seen before.

She peered up at him with a stern expression that Rose had seldom worn except when her Doctor had been saying something foolish or she had seen into the heart of the TARDIS. “You’ve had this face already. You don’t just… get another go at it.” The expression softened somewhat after a second or two and her gaze trailed down toward his arm. The Moment reached out as though she might touch him to confirm that he stood there and that she was actually seeing him, but she paused with her hand hovering inches from him. 

The light in her eyes flared unexpectedly as something in her mechanics fought to reconcile whatever had happened to the timeline, aware of how close some part of her was to physical contact with the anomaly. Her fingers curled into her palm and she dropped her hand, looking back to his face again. 

Was she broken? Was she having some kind of fit? If her internals weren’t all bent out of shape at his mere existence, she wouldn’t have believed he was her user. After all, she could be anyone he knew or would know. She couldn’t be the only thing in the universe to do that. Time Lords weren’t that creative. “What happened?” That was someplace to start. “What,” she began slowly, “did you do?” The question was repeated, as though that would prompt him to provide some explanation. His confusion over her was nothing new and, in most instances, she ignored every version of him that asked her to explain herself.

[brokenandlonelysouls]

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𝙏he Master went tense again as the Moment took the form of the Doctor again. It was getting on his nerves. When she took a new form he relaxed and a smirk crossed his face. ❝ Rose Tyler? This form was for the Doctor?❞ sure she meant nothing to him. But he knew that face as he had messed about on the TARDIS when he stole it. Plus he made of habit of knowing such things.

❝ The Doctor did always like blondes. ❞ he was amused. He at least didn't have to see the face of the Doctor or Lucy. He was looking at the Moment and he seemed to be thinking for a bit.

❝ Or I could drop you in a blackhole. ❞ He didn't know why she was sticking around. Surely there was other things she could do. He still hadn't quite worked out what it was that the Moment wanted. This was not fun for him either. He didn't trust anybody either. So why would he trust something like the Moment.? He was better off alone anyway. At least he had tried to convince himself he was happy alone.

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[nothingjustawolf]

The Moment’s eyebrows lifted slightly at the identification, just a bit of surprise, but she didn’t immediately answer whether the figure had been for the Doctor. It seemed as though the Master already knew the answer. Elaborating, she felt, would only be more revealing. It didn’t cause her any agony not to reveal information. Although, at the mention of the hair color preference, the Moment’s gaze ticked up to the Master’s own hair color. “Hmm.” Similar enough, it seemed, and despite her best effort she couldn’t hide the quirk of her lips. 

Her vague little smile only grew more pronounced at the suggestion. “You are frightening, aren’t you?” It was not mockery, despite her light, vaguely interested tone. The Moment suspected that she wasn’t bothered by threats because she wasn’t alive, not in the way humans or Time Lords were. That wasn’t to say she didn’t value life, she simply didn’t have one of her own to value. Shrugging, she glanced down as though to take a second or two to think the idea over, tapping the ball of one foot as she thought about it. “Or you could pitch me into a star, or set me out in space, or leave me at the end of the universe, or gift me to some horrible species,” she looked up again, “or lock me away so no one would ever find me.”

A feigned and exaggerated frown appeared on her features before disappearing. “Oh, the things you could do. The terrible, awful things.” The Moment had gotten closer, close enough to touch him if she’d wanted, but she didn’t try. “Or,” she began quietly, “we could see what I could do to a single Time Lord.” She inhaled and smiled, turning to retreat to give him space. “Entirely up to you,” she sing-songed.

[nothingjustawolf]

// Today, I looked at this muse and thought "yes, kill that other character! You can, you have so much power. Use it! Chaos!" Then I pulled it together.

[nothingjustawolf]

Starter for @xchxsingcxrsx

Something had gone horribly wrong. It felt like nails on a chalkboard, a ragged gouge torn into the only timeline she’d ever traced. The sound of it, the very feel of it, was horrendous. In the forgotten recesses of the TARDIS, the little Gallifreyan-made box whirred to life, clearing out dust from its internal workings and beginning to warm. The figure of Rose Tyler, or almost her, snapped into existence, wincing at the feeling of whatever had interrupted the expected trajectory of her user.

She couldn’t think properly, her head so full of static and pockets of blackest void. The Moment pressed two fingers to her right temple. It wasn’t as though her thought process was kept there like a human, but she did play human well enough. When she blinked her eyes open, the golden light there flared and died, a misfire. She didn’t misfire. She was careful and intentional, beautifully built out of monstrous desperation, no room for mistakes or doubt. She shook her head, glancing down at the same clothes she’d been wearing in that dusty old shack in the middle of nowhere, which was fine. She felt indifferent to it at this point.

Leaving the room she’d apparently been dumped in and abandoned, the Moment hurried down the corridors that had seemed to have changed since the first time. She couldn’t be sure how many times they’d changed, but they were certainly different. Even the coloring was calmer, if not a bit darker. At the very least, she could say that the TARDIS looked normal, for a TARDIS. For the Doctor’s TARDIS. That hadn’t been what had woken the Moment. No, it was definitely Doctor-specific, whatever it was.

Even the console room checked out, but not the figure standing there. “Hello,” she offered. Her brow had furrowed as she stood just inside the room. “What’s happened? You’re not…” This wasn’t the Doctor that went with this TARDIS. The Moment’s eyes flickered that same golden energy before it stuttered out. “What’ve you done?” She knew his face, but she didn’t, not quite. That didn’t happen. She knew everyone he had and would be.